THUG IN THE MAKING
Was 13 making decisions of a thug
Met some people who introduced me to drugs
In love with the feeling found myself with a plug
Found myself in a bad place it felt like I was stuck
The feeling got my going wild I hated feeling low
Plug hit phone say he can't fuck with me no more
The plug all shook and there was something he didn't know
Knew where homeboy lived got my friends on the go
Getting ready with the gang we all suited up
We all loose as fuck time to get into the truck
Pulled up to his house couldn't give anymore fucks
Hoping no one home we was playing with our luck
Peeped into his house walked right through the door
Seen him and his kids my heart dropped right to the floor
Making too much noise it was over couldn't help me anymore
Beat him up got my shit then we rushed right out the door
Cops at my door had a warrant for my arrest
Fifteen years old and this already a mess
Then it's off to prison time to put it to the test
Scared out my mind time to see if I'm the best
And then you find out your six good months are denied
So you flip out and punch a CO in the eye
Now your burnt up
Off to a medium max where a big fat fucker feel free to attack
He's got to back against the wall and that's when you start to remember all the times that God was Calling
All these fuckers stalling
Broken hearted
This is where I started
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
I'm the man know that you cant talk to me no differently
We don't ever miss we making hits fuck inconsistency
Stay acting like old news might just turn you into history
Body going missing call up Scooby got a mystery
Know my name doing shows get a ticket if you missing me
Fakes stab me in the back then come back like are you kidding me
Keep my business to myself I do not like publicity
I find it always nice to sit and celebrate my victory
New to town funny how I still be kicking back
All these fake ass people always seem to hang right from my sack
Like get off of me
I cant get her off of me
Someone get her off of me
These hoes steady calling me
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Met some people who introduced me to drugs
In love with the feeling found myself with a plug
Found myself in a bad place it felt like I was stuck
The feeling got my going wild I hated feeling low
Plug hit phone say he can't fuck with me no more
The plug all shook and there was something he didn't know
Knew where homeboy lived got my friends on the go
Getting ready with the gang we all suited up
We all loose as fuck time to get into the truck
Pulled up to his house couldn't give anymore fucks
Hoping no one home we was playing with our luck
Peeped into his house walked right through the door
Seen him and his kids my heart dropped right to the floor
Making too much noise it was over couldn't help me anymore
Beat him up got my shit then we rushed right out the door
Cops at my door had a warrant for my arrest
Fifteen years old and this already a mess
Then it's off to prison time to put it to the test
Scared out my mind time to see if I'm the best
And then you find out your six good months are denied
So you flip out and punch a CO in the eye
Now your burnt up
Off to a medium max where a big fat fucker feel free to attack
He's got to back against the wall and that's when you start to remember all the times that God was Calling
All these fuckers stalling
Broken hearted
This is where I started
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
I'm the man know that you cant talk to me no differently
We don't ever miss we making hits fuck inconsistency
Stay acting like old news might just turn you into history
Body going missing call up Scooby got a mystery
Know my name doing shows get a ticket if you missing me
Fakes stab me in the back then come back like are you kidding me
Keep my business to myself I do not like publicity
I find it always nice to sit and celebrate my victory
New to town funny how I still be kicking back
All these fake ass people always seem to hang right from my sack
Like get off of me
I cant get her off of me
Someone get her off of me
These hoes steady calling me
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
Thug in the making
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Writer(s): Jason Markiewicz
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